I spread out my well-worn Hudson Bay point blanket under the broad branches of the coast redwood in the front yard, a tree teeming with birds, the occasional red-shouldered hawk perched on the crown. The sky was hazy and overcast, clouds broken and scattered by bullying gusts of wind, which encouraged everything around me to dance — the trees, the tall …
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